| A symphony of screen doors, slamming on a sunday |
| Surf the couch, don’t come home till Monday |
| Long car rides and short answers |
| Each day we’re going nowhere faster |
| This has got to end |
| But I don’t know where to begin |
| And I feel so ashamed when you call my name |
| Or when I walk through the front door |
| Each holiday is a tragedy |
| You keep screaming at me and keep swinging at me |
| And then you wonder why Jamie’s gone |
| But it’s been coming for so long |
| I’m so great |
| At holding back tears in your face |
| I wish you knew how this felt |
| But you could never understand |
| This is the fourth chapter of my confession |
| I hope you read it |
| I’m leaving footprints in the snow from all |
| My painful secrets |
| And I can’t forget |
| How could I forget? |
| And I can’t forget all of the things you said |
| The apple started rotting, so I painted it red |
| And made a caricature out of myself to be |
| The perfect daughter for the world to see |
| Sit still, stand up straight |
| Smile, wave, don’t be late |
| Do exactly as I say |
| Or you won’t live to see another day |
| Pressure builds diamonds, but it breaks them too |
| So I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do |
| Because it’s just been weighing on my mind |
| Stay here and die |
| Or run away and break |
| I’m gonna take |
| My one man army to the streets |
| You can’t stop me |
| Don’t even try |
| You can’t stop me |
| Don’t even try |
| I wish I was never born |
| I wish I was never born |
| (Never) born |
| I’m so great |
| At holding back tears in your face |
| I wish you knew how this felt |
| But you could never understand |
| I said that I’m so great |
| At holding back tears in your face |
| I wish you knew how this felt |
| But you could never understand |
| This is the fifth draft of my confession |
| I hope you read it |
| I’ve left my footprints in the snow with all |
| My painful secrets |
| Mom and dad; I’m sorry things had to be this way |
| I loved you both so much, and I really wish things were different |
| I feel so guilty, but I can’t take it anymore |
| The abuse; physical and mental |
| I’m leaving you, but please, just answer me this question; |
| Why did you do it? |
| Why did you do it? |
| Why did you do it? |
| Why did you do it? |
| Why did you do it? |
| (Why?) Why did you do it? |
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| Why did you do it? |
| (Why?) Why did you do it? |
| Why did you do it? (Just tell me) |
| (Why?) Why did you do it? |
| Why did you do it? |
| (Why?) Why did you do it? |
| (Oh my god, Jamie) Why did you do it? |
| (Why?) Why did you do it? |
| Why did you do it? |